Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed after 15 or so hours in bed, I wander out into a deserted flat, into the living room and the unmistakeable bouquet of hash. Seems the health freaks aren't so straight-laced after all. But for the fact that I announced my departure to bed at 6 yesterday I might have been invited. I imagine my German gets better when stoned - or maybe I just imagine it gets better...